The Long-awaited Mr Han

Shi Xiaoya remained calm after hearing it.

She trusted the results of Han Zhuoling's investigation, but she didn't know what went on in Yuan Yina's mind.

"I don't know about us competing. We've had nothing to compete over recently. The only one related would be Survivor, but there's nothing to fight over there too. It's not like I replaced her."

"That's what you think, but not her." Han Zhuoling tapped lightly on the steering wheel. "You both joined Survivor's production team at the same time, yet she's ousted in that manner. She's embarrassed. There's actually a total of six makeup artists, and she's the only one made to leave. So even if she wanted to begrudge someone, she couldn't place the blame on you solely. But because you both were at loggerheads before, she's always treated you as the enemy. She's blinded to everyone else and only knew that she lost to you, got hugely embarrassed in front of you, and felt she made a fool of herself in front of you. Perhaps she thinks you're mocking her behind her back, and she's nursing a grudge. Such scenarios are all plausible when it comes to such a narrow-minded person."

Han Zhuoling paused and sighed. "Now that I mentioned it, that's my fault again. I kicked her out of the production team and asked you to do my makeup back then. It might be this that caused her to hate on you even more."

"This isn't your fault," Shi Xiaoya muttered. "She's the one harboring those despicable thoughts, trying to…"

Shi Xiaoya couldn't bring herself to utter the word "seduce" and swallowed it back.

Han Zhuoling laughed, not asking what it was she meant to say. Shi Xiaoya did what she needed to do, and it didn't clash with what he did.

Lu Man was busy preparing for the competition, and he didn't wish to disturb her at this time.

Though she would definitely help him if he asked her to.

But Han Zhuoling felt it was better to let Lu Man concentrate on her preparations, considering instead to approach Wei Zilin back at the company after he'd sent Shi Xiaoya off.

As he was a "god-like" public relations handler on par with Lu Man, it'd be a waste to not employ Wei Zilin's help.

Han Zhuoling parked at the parking lot after arriving at the airport.

Just as he turned off the engine, Shi Xiaoya facepalmed. "Oof, I forgot to bring your ties when you called me just now!"

Shi Xiaoya was dismayed. It was fine if she was already outside before that.

But she picked up Han Zhuoling's call at home and could've brought the ties along after that.

Even if she met him after she left, she could've gone up again to retrieve them.

And she completely forgot about it.

Han Zhuoling's lips quirked at seeing her frustrated expression, feeling especially good. "It's alright, we'll settle it when you get back."

Shi Xiaoya could only agree.

She unbuckled her seat belt and smiled at Han Zhuoling. "Thanks for sending me!"

The airport was so faraway. He was wasting so much time travelling back and forth.

Han Zhuoling smiled without saying a thing, got out of his car, and retrieved Shi Xiaoya's luggage from the trunk. He then locked his car and walked towards the airport.

Shi Xiaoya chased after him in surprise. "Young Master Ling, I—"

She wanted to say that she could pull her own luggage.

Han Zhuoling gave her a glance. "I'll send you there."

Shi Xiaoya's cheeks flushed, trotting dutifully beside Han Zhuoling before suggesting that she pull her own luggage.

Even if just the small one.

But Han Zhuoling refused.

Because Man City was cold and Shi Xiaoya had not been there before, Shi Xiaoya had quite a number of bags, which was also to accommodate the extra items Shi Nancang had bought for her.